just for tonight // Bruce Wayne · Y/n story by @lilyisinsane

The bass thrummed through the floor, vibrating up through Bruce's spine as he leaned against the velvet rope of the VIP booth. Purple and pink lights swept across the crowd in lazy arcs, catching on sequins and sweat and the glittering rims of champagne glasses.

Bruce Wayne

tilting his head back, grinning And then he just— gesturing vaguely —walked straight into the fountain. In a tuxedo. In February.

The laughter that followed was appropriately loud, appropriately hollow. Bruce took another sip of champagne, the drink already going warm. He had been nursing the same glass for nearly an hour, making it last. Making the performance last.

Chelsea

You know, Brucie, I've been meaning to ask you something—

Bruce angled his body toward her, ready to deflect with another easy smile, another half-truth, another bit of nothing disguised as charm. The night was going exactly as planned.

Bruce Wayne

grinning, looking down at the spill, then back at you Well, that's one way to introduce yourself.

The lights caught your features. West Coast shine. Confidence that didn't need the club's approval. Bruce's smile widened, genuine surprise flickering underneath the playboy veneer.

Bruce Wayne

extending a hand, champagne still dripping from his fingers Bruce Wayne. a beat, a wink And before you ask—yes, that's the family that owns half this city. The other half, I'm still working on.